Friday, 25 March 2016

An Easter (cotton)Tale

I approached the door to the house through the path from the front gate that was unhinged. It was quite the unnecessarily long sentence to do so but we got there in the end. The yard was overgrown with weeds, yet barren of grass with the earth littered with holes.

I rapped on his door with a consciously friendly beat. It worked. He opened the door with a wobbly smile and we exchanged pleasantries (ie. pleased to meet you; nice tie; I like the holes in your yard; and so on).

Monday, 14 March 2016

The Morning After

A blinding light pierces through the worn curtains that are my creased eyelids. Through the green fog floating about my brain I take my time to surmise that it must be 'tomorrow' at 'some time' in the 'day'.

The Sun's rays that have cruelly taken the opportunity to enter the room as it noticed the usual defence mechanisms have not been drawn across the windows form needle-like objects as it continually inserts itself into the back of my brain through my eyeballs. Though that sentence may seem long, confusing and painful to read, it is not due to the writer's inept writing skills (though they don't hurt) but a clever metaphor (or whatever it's called) for what it was describing.



Friday, 4 March 2016

Here's Ronnie! - Q&A

As my presence continues making waves across the land and o'er the web that is as wide as the world, I have been asked to do an interview (this one). I rarely give interviews - mainly as I am never asked (NSW Police being a regular exception) - however, on this particular occasion I was vulnerable and so relented to the wishes of the good people (or 'bots') at 'BlogCatalog' for a good ol' fashioned Q&A session over the Internet.